Facade Love: Marrying A Perfect Husband

A knocked on the door woke them up. It made them panic and distance themselves at the same time. Harry stared at the door in annoyance.

"What is it?" Harry shouted until his sound came out so that Ane could hear his voice. Cleo walked towards the door to open the door. Then, Aunt Ane seemed to smell guilt and anger because her existence was not in accordance with her master's wishes.

But without a doubt, Aunt Ane showed her notes that she had written and prepared beforehand. And in that note is written that there are many guests outside their house. So Aunt Ane looked scared when she notified the information.

Cleo looked curious and looked at Harry.

"You invited a lot of people to come here? Why did Aunt Ane tell me that there are a lot of suspicious men in front of the house?" Cleo turned her body to ask.

Harry had gotten up from his bed and ruffled his hair. Went to the bathroom to wash his face. Then, less than 2 minutes, Harry was out and met all the 'guests' with a cold expression.

Cleo followed closely behind him out of curiosity.

Twenty. Ah no! 

Even thirty people had gathered in front of the house! 

Cleo looked at them seriously one by one, then turned to Harry.

"What are they doing here? Do they want to tear down your house?" Cleo asked not meaning to joke. Rather it was very serious because he had managed to see thirty men dressed in black gathered in front of their house with looks that were both completely flat and almost devoid of pleasant expressions.

Harry smirked.

"Why did they have to tear down my house? They came here precisely on my orders. To tighten your guard and watch over you."

Cleo was spontaneously shocked and hysterical.

"What do you mean? They were gathered here to escort me? Me, want you to monitoring?" Cleo asked in disbelief.

"Yes. And like it or not, you have to accept it. Because it doesn't matter if you agree or not. I will still assign them to look after you."

Cleo felt her brain spinning at will and it was hard to tolerate.

"This is too much, Harry. Exaggerating! Because a president in this country even doesn't get tight guard like this. You think I'll be killed by a world-class mobster?" Cleo spoke sarcastically.

Harry glared at her and was a little angry.

"No one will kill you, Cleo. So no need to talk scary stuff with me. However, you do deserve this strict guard for your safety. And you are an important person, even though you are not the head of a state."

Cleo shook her head unable to believe her sight as well as her hearing. Cleo sighed. Tired of arguing and knowing that everything will just go to waste.

A man had already walked forward to report. Harry and Cleo looked at him at the same time.

"Report, sir! I am Derick! Being the head of all the bodyguards gathered here, the result of the poll. I will lead them all to ensure Mrs. Cleo's safety!!" said a big tall man loudly.

Cleo frowned.

"Hey! I refuse this escort. You can't possibly have all these people take care of me, can you? No kidding! Please send them back. Because seeing them made my head hurt. I don't want to see them all gathered together like a bunch of war soldiers," this grumble was rejected by Harry in a flat.

"Impossible. But I can't possibly tell them to go home if they haven't done anything. Then, I will tell them to divide the tasks. Stay in shift-shift conditions. Then if necessary, they are can add the members."

Cleo had a hard time accepting, "Are you kidding me?!!!" she shouted hysterically and refused firmly.

"Tell them to go home, now! and don't tell me to go anywhere with these strangers!!" Cleo ran out of ways to raise any objections.

Their fight certainly succeeded in becoming a confusing spectacle for all the guards who were there. She even made Derick unable to continue his words again to mention the strategy and structure of their work that Arthur had arranged so that they could do it properly.

Harry looked at Cleo in annoyance.

"Can't you appreciate my efforts? And do you know how dangerous it is out there? What else is around you?"

Because if there had been a better way, Harry couldn't have taken this troublesome journey.

"Then I, of course, would prefer if you just stay at home and do not have to go anywhere. But, is that what you want more than having them take care of you in serious?" Harry offered and threatened.

Cleo was getting worried.

"I appreciate your good intentions, but not with all this guarding! Do you want to make everyone think that I am a fugitive?" Cleo exaggerated her complaints.

But Harry didn't care.

"Why do you think like that? Nobody would dare to think like that if they knew who was behind you and who ordered them!?"

Cleo glared fiercely. "So you're still going to insist?!"

"Yes!"

Cleo shook her head vigorously.

"Once I say no, then it just meant no!! Don't make things difficult for me!"

Harry fought back, "But in reality, you're the one making things difficult for me!"

Cleo looked at him in amazement.

"What?"

Harry's bullying attitude has no cure!

Until the final result of their debate then ended with tight security which was still carried out but by reducing the number of troops. Harry would only allow three people to stand close beside Cleo for the full 24 hours.

"You will be on guard outside the house when it is night. And guarding is done in turns so that your stamina stays fit. I suggest changing shifts every 3 hours without removing your protection from my wife at all. So, do you of all understand the rules?" Harry repeatedly warned that this work should not be taken lightly.

Cleo took a deep breath.

It was quite a relief for Cleo that Harry was willing to listen to her words. Even though he was doing that half-hearted and forced willing to compromise. Though the three guards assigned to escort her, it still gave Cleo a headache.

Cleo suddenly received a call from an unknown number. When Harry handed her cell phone back after he had taken it from the car after having forgotten to hand it to Cleo yesterday.

The call turned out to be from Ethan. And Cleo was sure Ethan must have known something about yesterday's incident. Harry instantly plugged his both ears and eyes to pay attention carefully.

Cleo who noticed that ignored it.

"Hello, Chef. You called me suddenly. Is there something serious?" asked Cleo who received a call from Chef Ethan for the first time even though she never gave her number.

Ethan from the other side of the phone seemed to have breathed a sigh of relief when his phone call, who knows how many times it was, finally successfully connected and answered by the owner after entering into inactive phone calls repeatedly.

"Um, Cleo?" Are you okay?" asked Ethan fearfully.

Cleo looked confused by how Chef Ethan could worry about her.

Then somehow, Ethan who could sense his confusion answered in quick.

"Ah, you must be confused because I suddenly asked this question. It's just that since yesterday I've been contacting you constantly. But your phone was never activated. Then, I get your number from the course participant data, in the case of the example, you want to know. Then of yesterday, accidentally met the man who that day had taken you to the course, "

Cleo glanced at Harry.

Ethan was still asking the questions.

"So, did something serious happen to you last afternoon? Someone kidnapped you and threatened you?"

Ethan still didn't know what the situation was. But all the restlessness was clearly on Harry's face by then. Ethan couldn't help but think negative and confirm."

Cleo gently massaged her temples.

"Nothing serious, Chef. You don't have to worry. Because I'm fine now. Yesterday, maybe there was a bit of a problem and everything was resolved. Please, just ignore it and forgive me if it bothered you. I'm really fine," Cleo tried not to make matters worse.

Their conversation was brief. Because Ethan's questions and concerns were confirmed. And everything was fine so Ethan didn't talk to Cleo anymore. He only hoped that nothing alarming would happen again.

Then because of Harry's reckless attitude, Cleo was forced to stop their conversation when Harry impudently took Cleo's cell phone and turned it off.

Cleo stared at Harry wide in surprise.

"Hey! Do you think it's your phone?" said Cleo who knew that the phone was indeed given by Harry specifically to her. But now it has become her personal property. Harry had didn't right to take it at will.

Cleo was still grumbling, "What the hell do you want?"

"Ending a conversation that doesn't need to be continued since it seems it's over?"

Cleo roughly pulled the phone back from Harry's hand.

Typed a few short messages for her to send to Ethan explaining that she was on important business right now so she couldn't continue the call.

Harry had walked into his room again after making a mess in the morning. He gave a smile. Glad to be able to do whatever he wants and bridled Cleo.

***

Dirga, who could only accept the boss's fickle demeanor, used his calm mind. Because His boss's statement felt less consistent. He looked at him.